Showing posts with label libraries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label libraries. Show all posts

Friday, June 26, 2020

The Book Lovers' Anthology


“Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.  They are not collections of printed pages, they are ghosts.  I take one down and it speaks with me in a tongue not now heard on earth, and of men and things of which it alone possesses knowledge.  I call myself a solitary, but sometimes I think I misapply the term.  No man sees more company than I do.  I travel with mightier cohorts around me than ever did Timour or Genghis Khan on their fiery marches.  I am a sovereign in my library, but it is the dead, not the living, that attend my levees.”
Alexander Smith, Dreamthorp

Of all the grand libraries of history and the world, at the top must be ranked the Bodleian at Oxford University.  So it was with great pleasure that we come to a compendium celebrating the written word published by that great institution and entitled, The Book Lovers’ Anthology:  A Compendium of Writing about Books, Readers & Libraries (Bodleian Library, 2014).

The selections here mainly draw from the nineteenth century and before, and weigh heavily on the side of western European writers, but it is well worth the investment to peruse the gathering of poetry and prose that populate the pages.  Could there be a second volume of more modern stuff, or a gathering of multicultural texts?  There could be a series of books on the subject, and it is fitting that the Bodleian be given stewardship given its long and storied history.

The institution began as a set of rooms devoted to a small number of volumes.  Sir Thomas Bodley, a scholar, refurbished the library and began soliciting books from across England.  Bodley felt called to do this work and considered it even more important than his years serving the Commonwealth.  The library officially opened in 1602.

At one point, a deal was struck with the Stationers’ Company of London to place a copy of every book published in England on the shelves of the Bodleian, and the collection began to grow exponentially.  The Copyright Act of 1842 solidified the agreement with the Stationers’ Company going forward, and the staff began soliciting books from around the globe.

The staff and patrons had to suffer the elements in the cold winters.  No fires were to be kindled in the library for fear of destroying the collection, so scholars bundled up to use the library and stay warm.  There are reports of several freezing to death over the years until engineers installed a hot water heating system.

In 1909, the first bookstore, the largest of its kind, was installed in the basement and opened to the public.  The store was the first to use compact shelving.  By 1925, librarian Sir Arthur Cowley warned that the Bodleian was running out of space.  The rooms also lacked light other than what came in the windows during daylight hours.  Of course, in winter, this limited the library’s hours of operation, so in 1929, electric lights were installed.  The library also continued to build and add space to house collections, and the entire enterprise was connected by pneumatic tubes and a mechanical conveyor to move books and manuscripts around the complex to supply onsite scholars.

The remodeled Bodleian was reopened in 1946 by King George VI, but in the middle of the ceremony, the key broke in the lock, and officials had to literally break into the building to continue the dedication.  The broken key remains on display in the library.

Today, the library still struggles to accommodate all the books and manuscripts deposited there.  In 2010, a storage facility was opened in Swindon containing 154 miles of additional shelving to house 8.4 million volumes.

As for The Book Lovers’ Anthology, here are some of the more interesting in the compendium:

“All books are divisible into two classes,” writes John Ruskin in Sesame and Lilies,  “the books of the hour and the books of all time.  Mark this distinction—it is not one of quality only.  It is not merely the bad book that does not last, and the good one that does.  It is a distinction of species.  There are good books for the hours, and good ones for all time; bad books for the hour, and bad ones for all time.”

Francis Bacon writes in Apophthegmes that Alonso of Aragon was wont to say, in commendation of Age, that Age appeared to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.”  Bacon goes on to write elsewhere in the book that “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested…” and further, that Reading maketh a full man.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson, one of the few Americans to cross the ocean to be included in this book, cites three practical rules for reading:  “1.  Never read any book that is not a year old.  2.  Never read any but famed books.  3.  Never read any but what you like…”

Isaac Watts in Logic writes, “If the books which you read are your own, mark with a pen or pencil the most considerable things in them which you desire to remember.  Then you may read that book the second time over with half the trouble, by your eye running over the paragraphs which your pencil has noted.  It is but a very weak objection against this practice to say, ‘I shall spoil my book’; for I persuade myself that you did not buy it as a bookseller, to sell it again for gain, but as a scholar, to improve your mind by it; and if the mind be improved, your advantage is abundant, though your book yields less money to your executors.”


Sunday, May 17, 2020

Secrets From My Library



Growing up, I lived in a house devoid of books.  Therefore, my house of worship early on became the public library to which I would ride my bike every two weeks to check out my limit of ten books.

So when I came of age, I began to hoard.  That is the impolite term; I am a collector, I guess, but I do not collect for show.  I read and read and read the books I have, more a reader than anything else.

A few years ago, the college library staff began to weed out their collections.  They placed the discards on a cart near the main door and put a sign announcing they were free for the taking.  So I took.  I loaded up my trunk over and over again, even when there was no longer room in my apartment.  Also, at the urging of Washington Post book critic Michael Dirda, I began writing to publishers asking for review copies of books to feature on this blog.  They rarely turned me down, so books began arriving by post literally every day and I struggled to read them and write reviews fast enough to keep up with the flow.  I was in heaven.

I am also an inveterate book buyer, scouring The New York Review of Books and Publishers Weekly and every other magazine and journal to compile a list for future shopping.  I am in solidarity with Erasmus who said, “When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.”  I could still do with less food, but no one who sees me on a regular basis will dispute my lack of fashionable accoutrements.  With my backpack, sweatpants and polo shirt and I am ready for anything.

So here is a little tour of some of the things in my library.  At the top of this piece is my shelf of anthologies, textbooks, and books I use for reference crowned with all of my picture and large format books wedged up to the ceiling.

 
On the floor directly in front of the reference shelf are the stacks of books I am working on reading immediately.  Some people keep stacks by their bedside; I’d break my neck getting up in the middle of the night to pee if I did that.  So I stack them on the floor of my work area.  That being said, I am constantly adding and subtracting from the stacks.  The book I am currently reading makes reference to another writer’s work or a particular book, and I am off to search room by room to see if I have it.  I pull it from my shelves, or order it, and it goes into the stack.  I collect far more books than I could ever read by almost five to one.  It is a little disconcerting knowing I may not be able to read everything I want to read before my time is up, but I keep trying.



 
This wall of shelves was even a worse mess just a few weeks ago.  In a fit of quarantine cleaning, my wife and I worked through each shelf trying to bring some order to the chaos.  This was the end result, and it is much neater, except I used to know where everything was within the cataclysm, but now I have to relearn where things are in this new arrangement.  Chaos is only chaos to those on the outside.




These two shots contain one of my treasures partially hidden:  the entire set of Great Books volumes.  I got these when a school divested itself of the library in favor of more computers and technology.  I could not believe my luck.  There is a lifetime of reading there.

 
 
This towering stack rising to just below the light switch contains all the Horatio Hornblower novels, all of G.K. Chesterton’s works, and most of historian Gary Wills’ collection.  I reread all of Hornblower, by C.S. Forester and they have held up well.  Those novels are part of a number of seafaring books I have collected over the years.  Chesterton I started reading in sixth grade with Miss Ford and I have loved him ever since.  I read something recently that he might have been on the Autism spectrum, which only intrigued me more.  Evidently, he could write an essay while dictating a second one to his secretary.  He is an incredible genius and a joy to read, especially his Father Brown mysteries.  Gary Wills is the only writer for me who can make sense of the Catholic Church, and thus he is incredibly important to me.






 
For years, this was my typewriter.  I could pound away and that thing absorbed it all.  In one apartment where we lived, the woman living below us kept complaining that we were hammering too much all the time.  She wanted to know what we were building.  We weren’t.  I was typing an essay.  Lucky for her, by the mid-90s we were using the quieter computer.  But I sure miss pounding the old behemoth every day.


 
A few years ago, traveling up the coast of California, we stopped in San Luis Obispo at a unique store that sold all kinds of gifts and strange items popular with college students.  They had articulated action figures like Albert Einstein, Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and William Shakespeare.  This is Sherlock Holmes peeking out of a shelf to watch me work.

My friend and brother, William Michaelian, suggested I do this blog post.  I have rooms and other treasures that I will share another time.  Since we have all been embracing online meetings, it has been interesting seeing other people’s bookshelves in the background to compare to our own.  Always fascinating to see what people read and what books they believe are too important to live without.